The Elysian Prophecy by Vivien Reis

Author:Vivien Reis [Reis, Vivien]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Copper Hound Press
Published: 2018-02-19T22:00:00+00:00

# TWENTY-FIVE

Soft. Like clouds up in a bright blue sky. Something comforting pressed down gently on her, like her favorite blanket as a child.

Birds squawked somewhere in the distance, birds she had only ever heard on TV. Seagulls. She could imagine their white bodies and gray wings flying high above the ocean waves, almost sense the rustling of their wings against her skin.

Her skin.

Awareness came back to her in a slow sweep, spreading gently over her body.

The wave brought pain. It wasn't unbearable. It was almost nice. The pain told her she was still alive.

But then it grew. Muscle fibers felt strewn with pieces of glass, and her chest ached as it rose and fell with each breath. She opened her eyes.

White was the first thing she saw. Her eye muscles screamed and she squinted, groaning. White fabric was suspended above her—a canopy on a bed.

Her body weighed too much, and turning her head was like moving mountains. To her right was a wall of open windows filled with a blue sky. The salty ocean breeze wafted in, rustling the fabric above her.

She turned her head slowly, slowly, and looked left.

Someone was watching her.

Abi's eyes widened and her body tensed, making her gasp in pain despite the fear.

"It's okay," the girl hurried to say. "My name's Myra, remember?"

Abi stared at her. She did remember. It felt like years ago since they had met. But what was she doing here? Where was here?

"You probably have a thousand questions, but let me start with the basics." Her smile was warm, comforting. "You've been asleep for a little over thirty-six hours, and you're far from any of the people that did this to you." Her expression became serious, and Abi felt like Myra somehow knew exactly what she had been through. "I just want you to know you're safe here."

A strange dry groan came from Abi's mouth and she tried to clear her throat.

"Here. Let me get you some water."

Myra handed her a cup that had a bendy straw sticking out of it. Abi wondered when she’d last used one of those. She gulped. The water was crisp and pure, satisfying in its tastelessness.

When the straw gurgled loudly, Abi drew back, feeling vulnerable with how weak her body was.

"Where am I?" Her speech scratched at her throat, making her eyes water.

"A safe place. You're on an island."

Abi stared. After everything she had been through, how did Myra expect her to blindly trust someone she hardly knew? "Where's my family?"

"Well," Myra took a small breath, "they're at home."

"Do they know I'm okay?" That she was alive?

Myra's voice was steady, dropping a little lower. "No. We didn't think it safe just yet to tell them."

"But they're probably worried about me. Gran—"

"They're fine, don't worry. You just rest, Abi. Your body has been through a lot and you shouldn't get too agitated. We have our own kind of police force on the island. They know about what happened to you. They're the ones that rescued you, actually.

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